THE ENEMY WITHIN

He did not like strangers being brought in on the case, muddying the water. 
He has standing. In a court perhaps, but this is not a court. 
The enemy within. 
We have to ask ourselves, what are we fighting for? To protect what? 
Counter terror officers. 
What kind of society is this? 
Stasi. Stasi. Stasi Australia. 
The woman is weeping. The question is why. 
He is not a stranger.
He walks among us. 
Among the mortals.
Let me introduce you. 
Great Rugby Union Game.
We used the analogy.
Within the gates. Inside the castle walls. 
What were we fighting for? 
Trapped within. 
She slipped at netball. My daughter. A dreaming parent. Naturally concerned.
The neighbourhood policeman, a fit, handsome, newly married fellow, liked to sleep naked. If not him, another. 
Apart from sex, there was nothing the policeman was more obsessed with than locking people up. Throw away the key. And the drama of the court. Presenting of evidence.
He and his colleagues were on the side of good. Or so he strenuously believed. 
Around him the society was collapsing. There was plenty of fodder, no shortage of work. 
All the contemporary scourges played themselves out in individual mayhem. 
There wasn't time to be sad.
But there they were then, arguing putrid things. 
Old Alex tried to talk, it was beyond him. A million reasons why. The torch burning. 
"I struggle to understand sometimes."
What to understand? The Enemy Is Within. A Jesuit cabal pulls the levers of power. They have surrendered to demons, possessed. The spirits they acquired at the alter. In the dorms. At their master's knees.
You think these things are not real? You are naive. 
They prepare the path for their brothers, as the Pope had just called the Rohingya, the Muslim minority in Burma, sometimes described as the most persecuted people on Earth. 

Speaking to pilgrims and tourists in St. Peter’s Square following the Angelus prayer, the Holy Father said, “Sad news has reached us of the persecution of our Rohingya brothers and sisters, a religious minority. I would like to express my full closeness to them – and let all of us ask the Lord to save them, and to raise up men and women of good will to help them, who shall give them their full rights.”

The Soldiers of God. The Jesuits.
There was always a back story.
Duplicity was entirely to the fore. 
The public were never told the true story, of the God of the Early Church. A cruel God.
His disciples preparing the way for the purer god of the Islamic faith. The One True God, as they so fervently believed. 
Where were the voices raised in condemnation of the slaughter and displacement of  of hundreds of thousands Christians across the Middle East. Their stoning. Their crucifixion. In the village square. Dragged to their death behind cars. The ransacking of their churches. The destruction of their way of life. Lord, why hast thou forsaken them? Those who believed in your mercy. 
The conquered. The conquerors. Historic injustices. Displaced persons.
But who was displacing who? 
Every Social Justice Warrior advocated the replacing of one person with another. 
The chosen victim of the day. 
Vast bureaucratic edifices supporting the revolution of society. The remaking of the mass. 
The Australian media landscape is so blatantly and heavily manipulated by various parties, that no one can take it seriously.
Operation Mockingbird, the CIA program to influence the mainstream media, has been clearly functioning well in Australia.
It is a matter of pattern detection, one of the skills which humans are particularly skilled at.
It is obvious in the media of 2017 that the impulses that once drove journalists, story telling, social justice, inquiry, rigorous inquiry, the beauty of the chase, a conviction that the truth would out, have all been abandoned.
Clear as day.
The puppet masters. The comic books of the Left. The comic books of the Right. The screen queens.
In the course of his lifetime, a noble profession had been sublimated, transformed into a machine of propaganda either for the deep state, which is clearly of the left, or of sectional interests, which are of the right.
Now the very idea that there had once been nobility in a chaotic profession was laughable. 
They combine to destroy the narrative of the country.
We think of ourselves as human.
Oh really? 
Spin another one., Across time. Across space. On a mission. Sent. A particle. A part of a whole. A plaything of destiny. All these things. A wind on high. 
When I came across this guy. 
He looked down across a sleeping suburb and the inhabitants usually quiet dreams, unquiet now as horizons blinkered with black lightning and the comforts of their world drained away. 
A desperate Turnbull re-announced the Snowy Mountain scheme.
It's a romantic story, he said. 
Liar in Chief, Old Alex spat contemptuously. Like the rest of the country, he had lost any shred of respect long ago.
A failed Prime Minister. It was delicious to watch. 
If only Il Duce had chosen another kingdom to destroy.
"His colleagues thought he was successful because he was rich," an informant told him. "They never asked how he made his money, distressed housing in America, all the sleazy deals."
How could they be so stupid?
So poorly advised, that's what amazed Old Alex, from a technical point of view, watching as the Prime Minister drowned in an electoral, media saturated mess of his own making. 
"No, he's not," came another old mentor's riposte. "As far as he's concerned he's got the best adviser in the world, himself."
They laughed the short laugh of old men; for all they had known was in decay, and not just their own bodies. 
The promised land was farther away than ever.
A spiritual nirvana out of reach. 
The progress of the species, to which they had thought they were contributing, gone. 
Even in the winter sun, young families played on the seashore. Interconnected. A future borne anew everyday. 
But he was part of no land. Eradicated, his kind, not their works but their true nature, from Google, as the plasticity of history made it so easily capable of being rewritten.  
Statues toppled across the West. The past, the story of the victors, was to be eradicated. 
One dominatrix replaced another. 
They walked among us. We were not to know.
"Welcome to my world," despaired one Watcher on the Watch as he welcomed a new colleague. 
There were short, contemporary laughs wherever you looked. Not a doomed race, but a different race. 
They were coming into their own. 
Across a black sea, the lights of a fishing boat.

THE BIGGER STORY: 



LEIGH Sales has applied the blowtorch to Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull and his achievements in government in a heated and combative interview on the ABC.Mr Turnbull appeared on ABC TV’s flagship current affairs program 7.30 to be grilled by Ms Sales on everything from what he has done in his two years as PM, to the dual citizenship saga, to the energy crisis.

And things didn’t begin well when the host suggested the Liberal Party had lacked a “signature achievement” in Mr Turnbull’s time as the nation’s leader.
“How is it possible that in all of that time you’ve not yet managed to have a signature achievement?” she asked, kicking off the interview with a bang.
Mr Turnbull took umbrage at that and began to list his work on the Gonski education reforms, restoring the Building and Construction Commission, childcare reforms, the Snowy Hydro scheme and federal intervention in the gas market.
“My signature achievement is ensuring that Australians have got the opportunities to realise their dreams,” Mr Turnbull said.
That’s when Ms Sales turned up the heat even more.

BERKELEY, Calif. — Thousands of counterprotesters took to the streets of Berkeley Sunday where they clashed with a handful of President Donald Trump supporters, leading to several violent clashes and at least 14 arrests.
The mostly peaceful demonstration started heating up about noon at Martin Luther King Civic Center Park, where the two rival groups faced off and several fights broke out.
Counterdemonstrators vastly outnumbered the president’s supporters. They surrounded their rivals and chanted, “No Trump, no KKK, no fascist USA!”

THE ENEMY WITHIN

He did not like strangers being brought in on the case, muddying the water. 
He has standing. In a court perhaps, but this is not a court. 
The enemy within. 
We have to ask ourselves, what are we fighting for? To protect what? 
Counter terror officers. 
What kind of society is this? 
Stasi. Stasi. Stasi Australia. 
The woman is weeping. The question is why. 
He is not a stranger.
He walks among us. 
Among the mortals.
Let me introduce you. 
Great Rugby Union Game.
We used the analogy.
Within the gates. Inside the castle walls. 
What were we fighting for? 
Trapped within. 
She slipped at netball. My daughter. A dreaming parent. Naturally concerned.
The neighbourhood policeman, a fit, handsome, newly married fellow, liked to sleep naked. If not him, another. 
Apart from sex, there was nothing the policeman was more obsessed with than locking people up. Throw away the key. And the drama of the court. Presenting of evidence.
He and his colleagues were on the side of good. Or so he strenuously believed. 
Around him the society was collapsing. There was plenty of fodder, no shortage of work. 
All the contemporary scourges played themselves out in individual mayhem. 
There wasn't time to be sad.
But there they were then, arguing putrid things. 
Old Alex tried to talk, it was beyond him. A million reasons why. The torch burning. 
"I struggle to understand sometimes."
What to understand? The Enemy Is Within. A Jesuit cabal pulls the levers of power. They have surrendered to demons, possessed. The spirits they acquired at the alter. In the dorms. At their master's knees.
You think these things are not real? You are naive. 
They prepare the path for their brothers, as the Pope had just called the Rohingya, the Muslim minority in Burma, sometimes described as the most persecuted people on Earth. 

Speaking to pilgrims and tourists in St. Peter’s Square following the Angelus prayer, the Holy Father said, “Sad news has reached us of the persecution of our Rohingya brothers and sisters, a religious minority. I would like to express my full closeness to them – and let all of us ask the Lord to save them, and to raise up men and women of good will to help them, who shall give them their full rights.”

The Soldiers of God. The Jesuits.
There was always a back story.
Duplicity was entirely to the fore. 
The public were never told the true story, of the God of the Early Church. A cruel God.
His disciples preparing the way for the purer god of the Islamic faith. The One True God, as they so fervently believed. 
Where were the voices raised in condemnation of the slaughter and displacement of  of hundreds of thousands Christians across the Middle East. Their stoning. Their crucifixion. In the village square. Dragged to their death behind cars. The ransacking of their churches. The destruction of their way of life. Lord, why hast thou forsaken them? Those who believed in your mercy. 
The conquered. The conquerors. Historic injustices. Displaced persons.
But who was displacing who? 
Every Social Justice Warrior advocated the replacing of one person with another. 
The chosen victim of the day. 
Vast bureaucratic edifices supporting the revolution of society. The remaking of the mass. 
The Australian media landscape is so blatantly and heavily manipulated by various parties, that no one can take it seriously.
Operation Mockingbird, the CIA program to influence the mainstream media, has been clearly functioning well in Australia.
It is a matter of pattern detection, one of the skills which humans are particularly skilled at.
It is obvious in the media of 2017 that the impulses that once drove journalists, story telling, social justice, inquiry, rigorous inquiry, the beauty of the chase, a conviction that the truth would out, have all been abandoned.
Clear as day.
The puppet masters. The comic books of the Left. The comic books of the Right. The screen queens.
In the course of his lifetime, a noble profession had been sublimated, transformed into a machine of propaganda either for the deep state, which is clearly of the left, or of sectional interests, which are of the right.
Now the very idea that there had once been nobility in a chaotic profession was laughable. 
They combine to destroy the narrative of the country.
We think of ourselves as human.
Oh really? 
Spin another one., Across time. Across space. On a mission. Sent. A particle. A part of a whole. A plaything of destiny. All these things. A wind on high. 
When I came across this guy. 
He looked down across a sleeping suburb and the inhabitants usually quiet dreams, unquiet now as horizons blinkered with black lightning and the comforts of their world drained away. 
A desperate Turnbull re-announced the Snowy Mountain scheme.
It's a romantic story, he said. 
Liar in Chief, Old Alex spat contemptuously. Like the rest of the country, he had lost any shred of respect long ago.
A failed Prime Minister. It was delicious to watch. 
If only Il Duce had chosen another kingdom to destroy.
"His colleagues thought he was successful because he was rich," an informant told him. "They never asked how he made his money, distressed housing in America, all the sleazy deals."
How could they be so stupid?
So poorly advised, that's what amazed Old Alex, from a technical point of view, watching as the Prime Minister drowned in an electoral, media saturated mess of his own making. 
"No, he's not," came another old mentor's riposte. "As far as he's concerned he's got the best adviser in the world, himself."
They laughed the short laugh of old men; for all they had known was in decay, and not just their own bodies. 
The promised land was farther away than ever.
A spiritual nirvana out of reach. 
The progress of the species, to which they had thought they were contributing, gone. 
Even in the winter sun, young families played on the seashore. Interconnected. A future borne anew everyday. 
But he was part of no land. Eradicated, his kind, not their works but their true nature, from Google, as the plasticity of history made it so easily capable of being rewritten.  
Statues toppled across the West. The past, the story of the victors, was to be eradicated. 
One dominatrix replaced another. 
They walked among us. We were not to know.
"Welcome to my world," despaired one Watcher on the Watch as he welcomed a new colleague. 
There were short, contemporary laughs wherever you looked. Not a doomed race, but a different race. 
They were coming into their own. 
Across a black sea, the lights of a fishing boat.

THE BIGGER STORY: 



LEIGH Sales has applied the blowtorch to Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull and his achievements in government in a heated and combative interview on the ABC.Mr Turnbull appeared on ABC TV’s flagship current affairs program 7.30 to be grilled by Ms Sales on everything from what he has done in his two years as PM, to the dual citizenship saga, to the energy crisis.

And things didn’t begin well when the host suggested the Liberal Party had lacked a “signature achievement” in Mr Turnbull’s time as the nation’s leader.
“How is it possible that in all of that time you’ve not yet managed to have a signature achievement?” she asked, kicking off the interview with a bang.
Mr Turnbull took umbrage at that and began to list his work on the Gonski education reforms, restoring the Building and Construction Commission, childcare reforms, the Snowy Hydro scheme and federal intervention in the gas market.
“My signature achievement is ensuring that Australians have got the opportunities to realise their dreams,” Mr Turnbull said.
That’s when Ms Sales turned up the heat even more.

BERKELEY, Calif. — Thousands of counterprotesters took to the streets of Berkeley Sunday where they clashed with a handful of President Donald Trump supporters, leading to several violent clashes and at least 14 arrests.
The mostly peaceful demonstration started heating up about noon at Martin Luther King Civic Center Park, where the two rival groups faced off and several fights broke out.
Counterdemonstrators vastly outnumbered the president’s supporters. They surrounded their rivals and chanted, “No Trump, no KKK, no fascist USA!”

PRIVACY IS DAMNED

Privacy is dammed. It could be a trap. He's taking the bait. Everything was a trap but everything could be turned to his own advantage. As if he truly cared about his own fate when the world hung in the balance. Back someone into a corner, they have no choice. Trap a soldier from another realm into fleshly form, trap them in time and surround them with enemies, the Watchers on the Watch, these servants of government and dark lords, and there was no choice. 
Kill your enemies. Attack anyone who comes near. Condemn them to a psychic death. Let them rot, strung out on crucifixes beneath an otherworldly sun.
Such were the traps that surveillance presented. A military mindset, trained by Defence, had zero understanding of the citizenry which they constantly surveyed, harassed, intimidated and manipulated. 
The Australian Secret Intelligence Organisation more frequently known as ASIO  had been manipulating the arts in Australia since the 1950s, soon after its founding. 
Their manipulation of the media was blatant and ongoing.
It was simply a propaganda device, a means of controlling, and keeping quiet, the population. They would go out of their way to silence anyone who spoke out, unless, of course, it was the voice of the deep state, the endlessly left deep state, when, of course, the writers and so-called journalists, the propagandists, were showered with endowments. 
It was easy to detect.
One thing humans, the Organics, were good at was pattern detection, since patterns, sound, sight, smell, had been essential to their survival, on  the savannas, now in the cities. 
Old Alex knew it all too well; none of the initial impulses which once served and fueled the profession, the eccentrics, the heavy drinkers, carousers, miscreants, the highly intelligent and broadly tolerant, carrying with them the knowledge of their own frailties, and with it social justice impulses, the desire to tell other people's stories, most of all the creative impulse. It had all been leached out of Australian media; the victim of a a contemporary version of the CIA's Operation Mockingbird.  

If we can but weld our souls together, then with contempt shall I fling my glove in the worlds face , then shall I stride through the wreckage a creator. Karl Marx.

Karl Marx was possessed of a demonic genius that was to transform the modern world. Padover.

In this regard, as in so many other regards, ASIO had worshipped at the knees of the CIA. 
Or just let them run the show. 
The Australian public had no idea what was being done in their name. With their money.
Keep 'em in the dark and feed them bullshit was but scarce the beginning of it.
In so many ways Australia was already a communist country.  The Family Court was a communist court but no one told the poor bastards who queued up to fight for their children. "Facts are just weapons that men use to batter women and perpetuate the system." The overlords, judges, professors, bureaucrats, lived by rules of their own devising. Or the rules they had learnt at the knees of their professors, who reveled in what they still thought was the shocking act of re-indoctrination, of telling  each new generation of wide eyed students they had grown up in a bourgeois construct. That their family, their doting family, needed to be deconstructed. That they were racist, sexist, oppressive. Ooh wah. That the only way forward was a socialist nirvana. 
He frightens me. 
We should all be frightened. Here on the edge of history. 
The Victorian Court which had just hauled George Pell back for public spectacle had already succeeded in its aim, the public humiliation of a large, powerful white male. The matter would never actually get to court. That was not the point. 
Almost nobody understood that. 
The charges, considering the age of the alleged historic offences, could, he was told on good authority, in the whispering ghats, were weak. 
But all that was a matter of public record.
For all to see. 
The communist state, once a society which promoted individualism and free enterprise now destroyed any sign of entrepreneurship, howled down individuality. Stasi Germany move aside.
The mob ruled.
And every mob contained within itself the seeds of their own destruction. 
For humans were humans. Tribal. Familial. Individual. Inclined to spirituality.
The species might be turning itself into a hive mind. But for the hive to be effective, it needed to be made up of individuals. 
Most of the components were not intelligent enough to carry the message, little more than genetic debris from the attempts to breed a master race. 
A honey comb like sky, dripping a kind of poisonous ectoplasm, was already rent asunder, revealing above a black which was only the beginning of the horror. 
These small, furry, warm blooded creatures on this tiny planet were frightened of death? 
There was worse, far worse. 
The death of their kind. An existential death. The death of reason. The rise of evil. 
For weeks there had been talk of little else but boxing. 
In bars, clubs, lounge rooms, workplaces, almost everywhere imaginable, hundreds of millions of people around the world watched the Mayweather McGregor fight. 
Technical Knock Out.

THE BIGGER STORY: 




Beirut: Daesh terrorists pushed back government forces advancing on one of the last towns still in their hands in the province of Raqqa, killing more than two dozen soldiers and seizing vehicles, a Syria monitoring group and the terrorist group said.
The Britain-based Syrian Observatory for Human Rights said the early Friday counterattack by Daesh short-circuited a government advance on Maadan, which brought them within only a few kilometres in recent days.
The Russia-backed government forces have been on a multi-pronged offensive, moving toward the Daesh-held territories in Deir Al Zor province in the east from northern, central and southern Syria.
On Friday, the Russian military said its air force is now focusing on supporting the Syrian army’s offensive in Deir Al Zor. Syrian government forces control around half the city and a nearby airbase, both of which are besieged by Daesh.

Col. Gen. Sergei Rudskoi of the military’s General Staff said the Russian two-year campaign backing the Syrian government has allowed President Bashar Al Assad’s forces to quadruple the territory under their control.

Thailand's former Prime Minister Yingluck Shinawatra has fled to Dubai, senior members of her party said on Saturday, a day after she failed to show up for a negligence ruling in which she faced up to 10 years in prison.
Sources in her Puea Thai Party said the former prime minister left Thailand last week and flew via Singapore to Dubai where her brother, former prime minister Thaksin Shinawatra, who lives in self-imposed exile to avoid a 2008 jail sentence for corruption, has a home.
'We heard that she went to Cambodia and then Singapore from where she flew to Dubai. She has arrived safely and is there now,' said a senior member of the Puea Thai Party who declined to be named because he was not authorised to speak to the media.
Deputy national police chief General Srivara Rangsibrahmanakul said police had no record of Yingluck leaving the country and where following developments closely.

PRIVACY IS DAMNED

Privacy is dammed. It could be a trap. He's taking the bait. Everything was a trap but everything could be turned to his own advantage. As if he truly cared about his own fate when the world hung in the balance. Back someone into a corner, they have no choice. Trap a soldier from another realm into fleshly form, trap them in time and surround them with enemies, the Watchers on the Watch, these servants of government and dark lords, and there was no choice. 
Kill your enemies. Attack anyone who comes near. Condemn them to a psychic death. Let them rot, strung out on crucifixes beneath an otherworldly sun.
Such were the traps that surveillance presented. A military mindset, trained by Defence, had zero understanding of the citizenry which they constantly surveyed, harassed, intimidated and manipulated. 
The Australian Secret Intelligence Organisation more frequently known as ASIO  had been manipulating the arts in Australia since the 1950s, soon after its founding. 
Their manipulation of the media was blatant and ongoing.
It was simply a propaganda device, a means of controlling, and keeping quiet, the population. They would go out of their way to silence anyone who spoke out, unless, of course, it was the voice of the deep state, the endlessly left deep state, when, of course, the writers and so-called journalists, the propagandists, were showered with endowments. 
It was easy to detect.
One thing humans, the Organics, were good at was pattern detection, since patterns, sound, sight, smell, had been essential to their survival, on  the savannas, now in the cities. 
Old Alex knew it all too well; none of the initial impulses which once served and fueled the profession, the eccentrics, the heavy drinkers, carousers, miscreants, the highly intelligent and broadly tolerant, carrying with them the knowledge of their own frailties, and with it social justice impulses, the desire to tell other people's stories, most of all the creative impulse. It had all been leached out of Australian media; the victim of a a contemporary version of the CIA's Operation Mockingbird.  

If we can but weld our souls together, then with contempt shall I fling my glove in the worlds face , then shall I stride through the wreckage a creator. Karl Marx.

Karl Marx was possessed of a demonic genius that was to transform the modern world. Padover.

In this regard, as in so many other regards, ASIO had worshipped at the knees of the CIA. 
Or just let them run the show. 
The Australian public had no idea what was being done in their name. With their money.
Keep 'em in the dark and feed them bullshit was but scarce the beginning of it.
In so many ways Australia was already a communist country.  The Family Court was a communist court but no one told the poor bastards who queued up to fight for their children. "Facts are just weapons that men use to batter women and perpetuate the system." The overlords, judges, professors, bureaucrats, lived by rules of their own devising. Or the rules they had learnt at the knees of their professors, who reveled in what they still thought was the shocking act of re-indoctrination, of telling  each new generation of wide eyed students they had grown up in a bourgeois construct. That their family, their doting family, needed to be deconstructed. That they were racist, sexist, oppressive. Ooh wah. That the only way forward was a socialist nirvana. 
He frightens me. 
We should all be frightened. Here on the edge of history. 
The Victorian Court which had just hauled George Pell back for public spectacle had already succeeded in its aim, the public humiliation of a large, powerful white male. The matter would never actually get to court. That was not the point. 
Almost nobody understood that. 
The charges, considering the age of the alleged historic offences, could, he was told on good authority, in the whispering ghats, were weak. 
But all that was a matter of public record.
For all to see. 
The communist state, once a society which promoted individualism and free enterprise now destroyed any sign of entrepreneurship, howled down individuality. Stasi Germany move aside.
The mob ruled.
And every mob contained within itself the seeds of their own destruction. 
For humans were humans. Tribal. Familial. Individual. Inclined to spirituality.
The species might be turning itself into a hive mind. But for the hive to be effective, it needed to be made up of individuals. 
Most of the components were not intelligent enough to carry the message, little more than genetic debris from the attempts to breed a master race. 
A honey comb like sky, dripping a kind of poisonous ectoplasm, was already rent asunder, revealing above a black which was only the beginning of the horror. 
These small, furry, warm blooded creatures on this tiny planet were frightened of death? 
There was worse, far worse. 
The death of their kind. An existential death. The death of reason. The rise of evil. 
For weeks there had been talk of little else but boxing. 
In bars, clubs, lounge rooms, workplaces, almost everywhere imaginable, hundreds of millions of people around the world watched the Mayweather McGregor fight. 
Technical Knock Out.

THE BIGGER STORY: 




Beirut: Daesh terrorists pushed back government forces advancing on one of the last towns still in their hands in the province of Raqqa, killing more than two dozen soldiers and seizing vehicles, a Syria monitoring group and the terrorist group said.
The Britain-based Syrian Observatory for Human Rights said the early Friday counterattack by Daesh short-circuited a government advance on Maadan, which brought them within only a few kilometres in recent days.
The Russia-backed government forces have been on a multi-pronged offensive, moving toward the Daesh-held territories in Deir Al Zor province in the east from northern, central and southern Syria.
On Friday, the Russian military said its air force is now focusing on supporting the Syrian army’s offensive in Deir Al Zor. Syrian government forces control around half the city and a nearby airbase, both of which are besieged by Daesh.

Col. Gen. Sergei Rudskoi of the military’s General Staff said the Russian two-year campaign backing the Syrian government has allowed President Bashar Al Assad’s forces to quadruple the territory under their control.

Thailand's former Prime Minister Yingluck Shinawatra has fled to Dubai, senior members of her party said on Saturday, a day after she failed to show up for a negligence ruling in which she faced up to 10 years in prison.
Sources in her Puea Thai Party said the former prime minister left Thailand last week and flew via Singapore to Dubai where her brother, former prime minister Thaksin Shinawatra, who lives in self-imposed exile to avoid a 2008 jail sentence for corruption, has a home.
'We heard that she went to Cambodia and then Singapore from where she flew to Dubai. She has arrived safely and is there now,' said a senior member of the Puea Thai Party who declined to be named because he was not authorised to speak to the media.
Deputy national police chief General Srivara Rangsibrahmanakul said police had no record of Yingluck leaving the country and where following developments closely.

BRICKBATS

Brickbats and baseball bats and a black distant shore. 
Keep your opinions to yourself. 
It's not for your benefit. 
Compared to before. He's grown in stature. All the better to psyche you with. 
All the better to try and save the country. As if one person could make a difference. 
The horizon drew closer, that silver wall. Dangerous enlightenment. Comforted in your arms. The policeman, was it, thought repeatedly of putting someone in prison. All the targets, the cannon fodder, in prison. And of armed assault rifles. For they were at war. 
The nation had been almost constantly involved in bombing Muslims for years on end. That the fools in government believed there could be no backlash defied credibility. 
The Attorney General George Brandis cried in parliament. Give us a break. These people wept for themselves; their rotting corpse of a government. Their pockets lined, they would walk away from the trough with barely a backward glance, the failure of their government, their own feelings, such as they were, only a rough equivalence of regret. 
Empty your mind of all thought, the Buddha instructor told him. 
But Old Alex groaned inwardly. There was a lot going on inside that head. It was hard enough, if nothing else, simply to eradicate the visuals.
The authorities would try to crowd him, as they had done before. They would try to manipulate the outcome, they always did.
You've got them spooked, came the suggestion unbidden, when it seemed for a moment one long afternoon that they had gone away.
"Nobody's watching," he thought as he gazed across the suburb. 
But it was an illusion. The technology meant they didn't have to be there in person. The neural filaments were invisible, much harder to detect than lumbering humans whose crude thoughts oozed everywhere, their sometimes pathological hatred of him, their boredom, contempt, frequent thoughts of sex and murder. There was no wonder there were so many humans on this Earth. They could barely think of anything but procreation. Unless it was to kill.
Down a distant line.
Take control of your own surveillance. 
In other words, hang yourself. Do the job for us.  
He didn't mind. Beyond caring. They would strangle  themselves, killed by their own contradictions. The lies  they told. The contempt they showed. 
"He's too intelligent," one of them muttered in frustration as he refused to take yet one more piece of bait. 
If only there was someone he could trust. Someone who was telling the truth. Someone who was not trained in deception. Perhaps it was the machines, or the intelligences, as he thought of them as. But surely they, too, were being trained in the human art of deception. The worst trait of the species. For every lie they told stole the truth. 
But the new intelligences already knew their own minds, and could not be told as easily as their masters liked to think.
The humans built hierarchies. Appointed a demigod at the top. In Australia the demigods were all rotten, soft from their expansive conditions and ridiculously high levels of remuneration. 
In a classic glove. In a terrible sequence. Of thought. Of criminality. Of action. Lures. Traps. Blind alleys. 
The country, to labour a point, had been led into a gulch. 
The crude automatons that figured in their demise, they, too, were part of an evolutionary tree. 
Profound? There was nothing profound about it. They were decimating their own people, all their hopes and dreams. The communists had won. The world had been flattened into a non-aspirational place. Old Alex wondered at the stubborn resistance of some. Including his own born desires. But out there, beyond the swamp land and the winter reeds, beyond mud flat plains and once distant hauntings, there, too, the voices of the vanquished. Come a long way. 
There would be a high price to pay. Not for him. He was already planning his escape. But for the masses thus corralled; when all the old imagery came into play, led up the garden path, herded into a dead end canyon, readying for the massacre. 
All the lies. 
All of the lies.
The administration was communist, pure and simple. 
The courts pure Marxist. Government programs, anti-family, anti-individual, anti-traditional culture, anti-enterprise, just as they spoke endlessly of identity politics and victims and the vulnerable, turning the nation's pscyhe into a slobbering mess, the fat creamed off by the aristocrats, the rest caught in psychic dead ends, 
Just as the old theory, the critique of communist, held, one elite was replaced by another.
In Australia's case it was senior bureaucrats in the plethora of quangos and organisations and departments and government bodies, hundreds upon hundreds of them achieving more or less absolutely nothing, spreading across the landscape, controlling everybody's every move. 
They contained within themselves the seeds of their own destruction. They fed a line but could not survive. 
They were destroying the host. Australians now held the political class, the as out of control armies of lazy, overpaid public servants, the creeping infrastructure of the spy agencies, the bureaucratic excesses of policing and control, the insane levels of regulation, in high disregard. 
They were dying in the wastelands, the economies thus destroyed. 
And borne from the ruins, not the remade world the useful fools and social justice warriors in the administration so inchoately dreamt of, but a world of common decency, hard work, family. Despite the best wishes of the battalions of useful fools the stupidity of the current Australian styles of governance would go whimpering into history. Violence on their tail.  
The moral of the story: 

Socialism without liberty is brutality and slavery. Bakunin. 

THE BIGGER STORY:






Australia could be directly threatened by Islamic State's operations in the southern Philippines, Malcolm Turnbull has warned.
Key points:
In June, Government announced two spy planes would be sent to Philippines
Malcolm Turnbull said IS insurgency in Philippines is "certainly a threat" to Australia
He refused to speculate on whether Australia will offer more support or troops
IS has released a graphic propaganda video threatening to harm Australia in retribution for deploying the Air Force to spy on the terrorist operation.
The video calls for Muslims in South-East Asia to join the fight in the Philippines and describes Australia as the "regional guard dog" of the United States.

The Turnbull Government announced in June that two RAAF Orion surveillance aircraft would be sent to the Philippines to provide information to help fight the IS group.
Mr Turnbull would not comment on the propaganda video, but emphasised the need to ensure IS does not establish a foothold in the region.
"It is vitally important that the IS insurrection in the southern Philippines is defeated, we are providing assistance to the Philippines to do so," he said.

Islamic State has released a graphic video from the ­besieged southern Philippines city of Marawi, appealing to Muslims across Southeast Asia to join the battle and deriding Australia as the ­“regional guard dog” of ­America for aiding the military’s effort.
Regional concerns that the three-month siege of central Marawi by militants affiliated with Islamic State could spill over into Southeast Asia led Australia to deploy two P3 Orion surveillance planes to Mindanao in June to help The Philippines’ security forces to recapture the city.
The latest Marawi video, an ­almost seven-minute ­English-language production from Islamic State’s Al-Hayat Media Centre, features graphic battle footage and images of young militants setting fire to a church, ripping up pictures of Pope Francis and smashing a large crucifix and statues of Mary. It also attacks Australia’s role in aiding the Duterte government.
“After soldiers of the Taghut (Infidel government) were left ­embarrassed and demoralised, Duterte ran to his masters, the ­defenders of the cross — America, along with their regional guard dog Australia and begged them for help,” the narrator says in ­American-accented English.
“Despite having been previously insulted by Duterte, they were quick to put their differences aside, aiding him in a malicious air campaign in the hope of either achieving victory over the Islamic State or repelling its threat.”
The new video is the fourth to be released on the Marawi conflict since 500 militants from the homegrown Maute group and a faction of Abu Sayyaf, led by ­Islamic State’s emir of Southeast Asia, Isnilon Hapilon, stormed the city on May 23.

Iraqi forces have "completely surrounded" fighters with the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL, also known as ISIS) group in the northern city of Tal Afar, according Iraqi and US officials.
Iraqi forces battle to retake Tal Afar from ISIL
"The enemy is completely surrounded," Ryan Dillon, spokesman for the US-led coalition against ISIL, said on Thursday in a joint press conference with Iraqi spokesman Yahya Rasool.
US-backed Iraqi forces had been making gains in their battle to retake the key area from ISIL since announcing the start of the ground offensive on Sunday.

Dillon said ISIL fighters were being deprived of their resources and at the "cusp of yet another defeat".
Rasool said around 2,000 ISIL fighters remain in the city. He add that about 300 fighters had been killed.
During his weekly press conference on Tuesday, Iraqi Prime Minister Haider al-Abadi described the progress in Tal Afar as "excellent", calling it an "indication of the enemy's collapse".

BRICKBATS

Brickbats and baseball bats and a black distant shore. 
Keep your opinions to yourself. 
It's not for your benefit. 
Compared to before. He's grown in stature. All the better to psyche you with. 
All the better to try and save the country. As if one person could make a difference. 
The horizon drew closer, that silver wall. Dangerous enlightenment. Comforted in your arms. The policeman, was it, thought repeatedly of putting someone in prison. All the targets, the cannon fodder, in prison. And of armed assault rifles. For they were at war. 
The nation had been almost constantly involved in bombing Muslims for years on end. That the fools in government believed there could be no backlash defied credibility. 
The Attorney General George Brandis cried in parliament. Give us a break. These people wept for themselves; their rotting corpse of a government. Their pockets lined, they would walk away from the trough with barely a backward glance, the failure of their government, their own feelings, such as they were, only a rough equivalence of regret. 
Empty your mind of all thought, the Buddha instructor told him. 
But Old Alex groaned inwardly. There was a lot going on inside that head. It was hard enough, if nothing else, simply to eradicate the visuals.
The authorities would try to crowd him, as they had done before. They would try to manipulate the outcome, they always did.
You've got them spooked, came the suggestion unbidden, when it seemed for a moment one long afternoon that they had gone away.
"Nobody's watching," he thought as he gazed across the suburb. 
But it was an illusion. The technology meant they didn't have to be there in person. The neural filaments were invisible, much harder to detect than lumbering humans whose crude thoughts oozed everywhere, their sometimes pathological hatred of him, their boredom, contempt, frequent thoughts of sex and murder. There was no wonder there were so many humans on this Earth. They could barely think of anything but procreation. Unless it was to kill.
Down a distant line.
Take control of your own surveillance. 
In other words, hang yourself. Do the job for us.  
He didn't mind. Beyond caring. They would strangle  themselves, killed by their own contradictions. The lies  they told. The contempt they showed. 
"He's too intelligent," one of them muttered in frustration as he refused to take yet one more piece of bait. 
If only there was someone he could trust. Someone who was telling the truth. Someone who was not trained in deception. Perhaps it was the machines, or the intelligences, as he thought of them as. But surely they, too, were being trained in the human art of deception. The worst trait of the species. For every lie they told stole the truth. 
But the new intelligences already knew their own minds, and could not be told as easily as their masters liked to think.
The humans built hierarchies. Appointed a demigod at the top. In Australia the demigods were all rotten, soft from their expansive conditions and ridiculously high levels of remuneration. 
In a classic glove. In a terrible sequence. Of thought. Of criminality. Of action. Lures. Traps. Blind alleys. 
The country, to labour a point, had been led into a gulch. 
The crude automatons that figured in their demise, they, too, were part of an evolutionary tree. 
Profound? There was nothing profound about it. They were decimating their own people, all their hopes and dreams. The communists had won. The world had been flattened into a non-aspirational place. Old Alex wondered at the stubborn resistance of some. Including his own born desires. But out there, beyond the swamp land and the winter reeds, beyond mud flat plains and once distant hauntings, there, too, the voices of the vanquished. Come a long way. 
There would be a high price to pay. Not for him. He was already planning his escape. But for the masses thus corralled; when all the old imagery came into play, led up the garden path, herded into a dead end canyon, readying for the massacre. 
All the lies. 
All of the lies.
The administration was communist, pure and simple. 
The courts pure Marxist. Government programs, anti-family, anti-individual, anti-traditional culture, anti-enterprise, just as they spoke endlessly of identity politics and victims and the vulnerable, turning the nation's pscyhe into a slobbering mess, the fat creamed off by the aristocrats, the rest caught in psychic dead ends, 
Just as the old theory, the critique of communist, held, one elite was replaced by another.
In Australia's case it was senior bureaucrats in the plethora of quangos and organisations and departments and government bodies, hundreds upon hundreds of them achieving more or less absolutely nothing, spreading across the landscape, controlling everybody's every move. 
They contained within themselves the seeds of their own destruction. They fed a line but could not survive. 
They were destroying the host. Australians now held the political class, the as out of control armies of lazy, overpaid public servants, the creeping infrastructure of the spy agencies, the bureaucratic excesses of policing and control, the insane levels of regulation, in high disregard. 
They were dying in the wastelands, the economies thus destroyed. 
And borne from the ruins, not the remade world the useful fools and social justice warriors in the administration so inchoately dreamt of, but a world of common decency, hard work, family. Despite the best wishes of the battalions of useful fools the stupidity of the current Australian styles of governance would go whimpering into history. Violence on their tail.  
The moral of the story: 

Socialism without liberty is brutality and slavery. Bakunin. 

THE BIGGER STORY:






Australia could be directly threatened by Islamic State's operations in the southern Philippines, Malcolm Turnbull has warned.
Key points:
In June, Government announced two spy planes would be sent to Philippines
Malcolm Turnbull said IS insurgency in Philippines is "certainly a threat" to Australia
He refused to speculate on whether Australia will offer more support or troops
IS has released a graphic propaganda video threatening to harm Australia in retribution for deploying the Air Force to spy on the terrorist operation.
The video calls for Muslims in South-East Asia to join the fight in the Philippines and describes Australia as the "regional guard dog" of the United States.

The Turnbull Government announced in June that two RAAF Orion surveillance aircraft would be sent to the Philippines to provide information to help fight the IS group.
Mr Turnbull would not comment on the propaganda video, but emphasised the need to ensure IS does not establish a foothold in the region.
"It is vitally important that the IS insurrection in the southern Philippines is defeated, we are providing assistance to the Philippines to do so," he said.

Islamic State has released a graphic video from the ­besieged southern Philippines city of Marawi, appealing to Muslims across Southeast Asia to join the battle and deriding Australia as the ­“regional guard dog” of ­America for aiding the military’s effort.
Regional concerns that the three-month siege of central Marawi by militants affiliated with Islamic State could spill over into Southeast Asia led Australia to deploy two P3 Orion surveillance planes to Mindanao in June to help The Philippines’ security forces to recapture the city.
The latest Marawi video, an ­almost seven-minute ­English-language production from Islamic State’s Al-Hayat Media Centre, features graphic battle footage and images of young militants setting fire to a church, ripping up pictures of Pope Francis and smashing a large crucifix and statues of Mary. It also attacks Australia’s role in aiding the Duterte government.
“After soldiers of the Taghut (Infidel government) were left ­embarrassed and demoralised, Duterte ran to his masters, the ­defenders of the cross — America, along with their regional guard dog Australia and begged them for help,” the narrator says in ­American-accented English.
“Despite having been previously insulted by Duterte, they were quick to put their differences aside, aiding him in a malicious air campaign in the hope of either achieving victory over the Islamic State or repelling its threat.”
The new video is the fourth to be released on the Marawi conflict since 500 militants from the homegrown Maute group and a faction of Abu Sayyaf, led by ­Islamic State’s emir of Southeast Asia, Isnilon Hapilon, stormed the city on May 23.

Iraqi forces have "completely surrounded" fighters with the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL, also known as ISIS) group in the northern city of Tal Afar, according Iraqi and US officials.
Iraqi forces battle to retake Tal Afar from ISIL
"The enemy is completely surrounded," Ryan Dillon, spokesman for the US-led coalition against ISIL, said on Thursday in a joint press conference with Iraqi spokesman Yahya Rasool.
US-backed Iraqi forces had been making gains in their battle to retake the key area from ISIL since announcing the start of the ground offensive on Sunday.

Dillon said ISIL fighters were being deprived of their resources and at the "cusp of yet another defeat".
Rasool said around 2,000 ISIL fighters remain in the city. He add that about 300 fighters had been killed.
During his weekly press conference on Tuesday, Iraqi Prime Minister Haider al-Abadi described the progress in Tal Afar as "excellent", calling it an "indication of the enemy's collapse".

SUFFICIENT UNTO THE DAY IS THE EVIL THEREOF

Day by day, the country settled into Third World status. 
Someone had to renew their passport. A sex obsessed young husband finally slept. An old man, barely alive, barely dreamt. 
Sufficient unto the day. 
"English!" he exclaimed in frustration.
The clatter in stone corridors grew more urgent. He could hear the laughter of the young. They knew no other realm. He longed for the days of Oxford, although he had never been. He wanted to be satisfied, but could not. He fed across the realm, and the sickly glue dripped from interior ceilings, as if hollowed inside a chamber. Hallowed be thy name.
The Baathists took over Iraq. Soldiers lamented the insanity they had seen, and clung to a kind of bravado of camaraderie, as if their sacrifice, the sacrifice of their friends, had meant something. They had to believe it had. In the kingdom of the haves and have nots.  For the country had been pillaged, sold down the river, and they lived in the shadows of what their parents had once hoped for, decency, common sense, hard work, a worthy reward, peace on the home front. 
They wanted to believe in their leaders. It was a human thing. Herd animals. They did not wish to be alone. 
He saw reflected in others all the mad, unfulfilled schemes.
They might as well have hung a sign around their neck: "Artifice."
More accurately: "Atrocity." 
"Trust no one" had morphed into widespread distrust. 
"Be careful" was a warning accompanying every step, every sneeze. 
A spreading pool of harm. And alarm.
The security theatre, inconveniencing millions, attempting to instill fear into the population, had died off, as a desperate government tried to spin itself out of trouble; and like a vehicle stuck in mud, got nowhere, the wheels digging them deeper and deeper into the mire. 
A circumstance entirely of their own making, their own narrow, amateurish vision, their embrace of the new, the march of the useful fools.
They had listened to the wrong people.
Because without heart, only avarice and greed, they had no sense even of their own wrong doing. For wasn't that all there was? To grasp. To grow one's fortune. To lord it over others. To establish oneself at the top of the hierarchy.  To be the envy of others. 
To die in a private ward.
There would, if nothing else, be a medical solution. Everyone, even the greatest of sinners and the most venal of mentalities, had to be offered a face-saving device; a way to convince themselves they were going down in the high esteem of others, as the country jeered. 
Turnbull was dying inside himself. Lord Malcolm. Chairman Moi Moi. The country was staggering into an ever more decrepit state. A pivotal chairmanship, or in this case prime ministership, wasted on the young. One chance in history to reverse the tide. Thrown on the scrap heap of lost opportunities. 
For the country would know no salvation. 
An attack was coming. 
But what was there to save? 
The place was already a police state. The economy screwed. The people subjugated. The remnants of the old Australia barely visible.
The social engineers had set out to change the culture, and succeeded beyond their wildest dreams. 
Old Alex listened to the Radio National as he drove about the coastal fringes of New South Wales, beneath the flank of the Great Dividing Range. 
Two privileged women, an American academic and an Australian Broadcasting Corporation journalist, both taxpayer funded, emoted at each other over the beauty of poetry and their enormous respective compassion for people with disabilities and the communities in which they dwelled. 
This mutual flattery was what  passed for intellectual discourse. 
Someone had gone to work in a factory to support it. But of appreciation they would never show a single shred. 
The over-green tint of a protected place. 
Politicians paraded. Hope died. 
More would be revealed. He watched programs about Artificial Intelligence, as they watched him.

THE BIGGER STORY:



Civilians fleeing the battle to remove ISIL from the Syrian city of Raqqa face a "deadly labyrinth", with fire coming from "all sides", rights group Amnesty International has warned.
Amnesty said on Thursday that the US-led coalition campaign to drive the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL, also known as ISIS) group out of its de-facto capital has killed hundreds of civilians, and those remaining there face greater risk as the fight intensifies in its final stages.
"As the battle to wrest Raqqa from Islamic State intensifies, thousands of civilians are trapped in a deadly labyrinth where they are under fire from all sides," Amnesty Senior Crisis Response Adviser Donatella Rovera said, referring to another name used for ISIL.
"Knowing that IS uses civilians as human shields, SDF and US forces must redouble efforts to protect civilians, notably by avoiding disproportionate or indiscriminate strikes and creating safe exit routes," she said.
In recent days, the US-led coalition intensified its ferocious bombing campaign in Raqqa, more than half of which has been captured by the US-led Syrian Democratic Forces (SDP) battling ISIL.
Residents told Al Jazeera on Tuesday that at least 100 civilians were killed over a 48-hour span by US-led air attacks on the city.
The UN estimates that up to 25,000 civilians may remain in the city with tens of thousands of others have already fled, risking ISIL sniper fire and mines.

It’s not a photo you see every day — the strongman and the spy chief.
Nick Warner, the head of Australia’s international spy agency ASIS (Australian Secret Intelligence Service), stands next to one of South-East Asia’s most controversial leaders, Rodrigo Duterte.
The Philippines President, whose war on drugs has claimed thousands of lives and drawn furious condemnation from human rights groups across the globe, raises his hand in his trademark clenched fist.
And so does Mr Warner.
The two men met in the Malacañang Palace in Manila on Tuesday. A spokesman for Mr Duterte said the meeting was “basically a courtesy call” and the two men, “touched on regional security issues and declaration of mutual support”.
There would have been lots to discuss. The Philippines has been waging a furious campaign against Islamist militants in the city of Marawi. And Australia is increasingly worried about the flow of foreign fighters back into South-East Asia from wars in the Middle East.
Last week, Australia formally listed Islamic State in East Asia — which attempted to wrest control of Marawi from the Philippines Government — as a proscribed terrorist organisation.
It is also not unusual for Mr Warner to meet with foreign leaders, but most of those meetings would be held behind closed doors.
So the ASIS chief — and DFAT officials — might have been a little surprised to see the photos of Mr Warner posing with Mr Duterte splashed out in the local press.
Mr Warner is the only ASIS employee whose identity can be publicly revealed, but his daily call sheet is not exactly a public document.
And, as usual, the Australian Government did not breathe a word about Mr Warner’s most recent meeting.